Chapter 1777

In the last month, Feng Xinglang has lost his colorful nightlife and become more affectionate to his wife and children.

"Stinky boy, are you stubborn with your mommy again?"

Feng xinglangtuo holds Feng chongchong in his arms and rubs his little face.

"With my own son's IQ, how can I not call my own father and mother? It's a deliberate obstinacy, isn't it? "

Feng Xinglang's doting Wen chides his son, who is trying to run away from home. "Look, what's the matter with your mommy? How come you don't know how to feel for the jade? "

Sure enough, after getting into the spacious nanny's car, the little guy stopped selling himself, climbed down from his father, Feng Xinglang, and began to entertain himself.

"Smelly boy, how does my father feel Are you using your father? " Feng Xinglang couldn't help sighing. The little guy didn't take care of his father, sighed, and began to toss a remote-controlled plane. Not to make it fly, but to dismantle it. Starting from the wing, little by little with small hands in the buckle drag. If you can't pull it down or move it, the little guy will bite. Fortunately, they are all food grade

Plastic toys.

"Take it easy Don't break your baby tooth! "

Feng Xinglang lay lazily behind the little guy, looking at the little thing blindly.

Generally, when taking children out, Xing Shi comes to drive, and Feng Xinglang can take a rest. "Feng chongchong, my father told you: if you don't want to talk to others, I believe your mother will take you to see all kinds of children's doctors again! When the time comes, you will suffer, but yourself! I think you still know the current affairs as a hero. Open your noble little mouth quickly

, and call your mommy sweetly, so that she won't worry and worry about you! "

Feng Xinglang has a good temper and patiently persuades his youngest son Feng chongchong, who has been unwilling to open his mouth.

And fengchongchong just glanced at his father, and then tossed his remote-controlled plane.

Feng Xinglang found that although the youngest son had some heartless and bold spirits, he almost never hurt himself. The little guy has a strong sense of protecting himself.

Now, for example, he has tried twice and found that he can't open the slightly hard cabin head with his own small teeth, so he sent the sticky cabin head to his father Feng Xinglang to bite

"You call me daddy I'll bite for you! "

Feng Xinglang also used his wife's coercion and inducement.

Again!

Will your conscience not hurt if you threaten a one-year-old child like this?

It's better to ask others than yourself! I can't bite, I can smash it!

The little guy immediately smashed the remote control plane in his hand towards the bulletproof window. Once I didn't break it, the little guy picked it up and continued to smash it repeatedly.

"Smelly boy, you've made a good toy like this You're too violent, aren't you? "

Sometimes Feng Xinglang also doubts: How did the righteous and awe inspiring himself and his gentle and beautiful wife Lin xueluo give birth to this little devil?

When it's quiet and clever, it makes people want to take care of themselves.

but when it's a prank, it makes people really want to beat him up!

"I don't want to reward my father's face, do I? Please call me "Dad"... "

Looking at the indifferent little son, Feng Xinglang frowned: "how can I play with my father? I don't know, do I? That father will really throw you out of the car

The little guy who really focused on playing suddenly dropped the remote-controlled plane with holes in his hand, pointed to a certain direction with his little hand, and began to cry.

Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked back: it's the intersection of Qibei mountain city again!!

"You won't call your father! My father won't take you! "

Of course, Feng Xinglang would not take his one year old son to such a gloomy place in the morning.

I also know that I can't wring my arm but my thigh. The little guy just grabs the window and looks through the glass to the direction of Qibei mountain city all the time.

"Smelly boy, Cong Gang is your father? You want to go to him every time? "

Feng Xinglang's favorite slap on the little guy's small p-share symbolically, then he fished him into his arms.

But the little guy still wriggled his body to see the direction of the intersection of Qibei mountain city until he disappeared.

……

Half a day in the morning, the little guy is quite quiet and clever. My father can also work in a relaxed way.

But after lunch, when the father and son were ready to have a rest, the little guy began to make noise. And it's the kind that people can't ignore at all. Not to mention squinting.

The little guy took his father Feng Xinglang's hand and tugged at the door of the rest room.

"It's hard for my father to make money for you Will you give your father a rest? "

Feng Xinglang really underestimated the little guy's endurance. "If you make so much noise again, your father will beat you!"A minute later, the entire lounge was filled with the wailing of the children.

Take the little thing back to Feng's home, and worry about the little rabbit carrying it with his mother again; continue to let him howl like this, and don't want the little guy to cry hoarse, and it's hard to explain to his mother.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang thought of a place where he could have the best of both worlds: he could not only make the little guy quiet, but also have a rest.

When Feng Xinglang opened the intelligent door with his charming face, Feng chongchong's children happily squeezed in from the gap of the intelligent door which had not been fully opened.

"Insects Slow down! Your big caterpillar ghost uncle is not here during the day

Feng Xinglang joked wearily. For more than a month after Yan Bang's awakening, he would often bring his two sons here.

Yu Yanbang has become a stranger, and Bai Mo has gradually alienated him

For an adult man, he doesn't even have a good brother to drink In fact, it's cruel!

"Bug, my father is squinting on the sofa in the living room You must not run far away

"Mm-hmm!" The little guy hummed twice and ran happily to the stairwell.

Little guy has come many times. He should be more familiar with every corner of this retro villa than his father Feng Xinglang.

I used to worry about kids bumping, but now I don't have to worry. The little guy is more familiar with the environment here than he is. The places around the horns have been explored by little things. Except for the doors that don't open.

In other words, as long as the smart door is locked, small things can only play happily in the villa.

This ghost house, except for CongGang who turned into a ghost, probably no one can come in.

If Cong Gang, who turned into a ghost, dares to come out from under the ground to frighten Feng Xinglang's son, he promises to beat him out of his wits!

Cong Gang, who can't fight and turns into a fierce ghost, said that at least in terms of protecting his son's momentum, he must win!

But Feng Xinglang is really looking forward to CongGang coming out of the ground Even a ghost!